Six thirty in the early morning hours on a crisp, sunny summers day.

Pulling on the handbrake, stepping gracefully out and locking up the door to her vehicle, Annie breathed in deeply and felt a slight tremor in her excited heart beat.

Would he turn up on time as planned, or had this all been some terrible misunderstanding which would be best forgotten?    A fanciful daydream on her part?

Pulling a compact mirror from the tight confines of her bijou faux leather handbag, she carefully apllied a top up to her shimmering lip gloss and tidied the rogue whisp of hair above her left ear.

How could something so wrong, feel so right?

A love less marriage and an uncaring husband had helped propel her to this position, and now she longed to be free of the shackles of a hum drum existance with a man who hardly even noticed her presence in the house any longer, for the thrill of the chase, the allure of feeling sexy to a man once more.

Something in her peripheral vision made Annie look to her left, in through the ornately crafted ancient wooden gates to the Church of St Mary the virgin. Past the pathway guarded by a pair of giant connifers, towards the main entrance where, for no apparent reason, a bizarre blue light shone from the panelled glass inserts.

Something inwardly pulled her closer to the light,  as slowly,  she walked towards the source of her contemplation.  Any time now she would hear the arrival of her knight's car,  and would experience the fun of deceit.

But,  strangely, right now,  as she reached the blue glowing light and held out her hand towards the glass,  she knew she had to examine this phenomenon a little closer.